Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.